[for Rapunzel] ink

[and_survive]

Her first tattoo, she'd gotten alone. Or, not really alone, since the tattoo artist had been great and they were still friendly. But it had been her and the person with the needle, essentially. She was kind of thrilled to be doing it this time with Rapunzel. Both of their designs were personal, were about them, but getting them together meant there was that little point of connection, that memory that went with it. That was pretty good, she thought. It went with the spirit of her giraffe.

Of course, Rapunzel had designed hers, so there was that, too. It was almost kind of backwards, like Rapunzel had given her Ellie a gift for Rapunzel's birthday. (Which was why Ellie was going to insist on paying, because birthdays worked the other way.)

They were meeting there, so Ellie lingered in the waiting area, looking at the flash on the walls (for people who didn't have cool artist friends to do their tattoo designs, poor saps) and listening to a particularly squeamish customer make a pained noise every few moments. She wasn't especially concerned about Rapunzel having that issue. Punz was tough. If anything, given what Ellie had heard about ribcage tattoos, she might be the one that needed a hand to squeeze.

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[fatesdesign]

"Yes! Gosh, it was hilarious," Rapunzel says with a laugh. She holds onto Ellie's hand and tells her stories all the way up until the artist declares that she's done. Rapunzel blinks, surprised that so much time has passed, and lets go of Ellie's hand. "Come on. Let's see it!"

She stands up and helps Ellie off of the table, bouncing excitedly as they head over to the big mirror. "Do you love it?"

[and_survive]

Looking at it in the mirror, the giraffe running up her side, she found herself suddenly emotional. Remembering what it had been like, seeing them, and now having that on her side, a part of her. She had to take a moment before she could speak.

"Yeah," she said, resisting the urge to put her hand to it, just looking. "Yeah, I do."